The Design

Frail is this notion
Weakness spoken with every word
Dealing slavery for their blood and bone
While they're screaming you dismiss and turn your backs
This is the product of ignorance

I'm so sick of all the lies
Disguised by your blind ambition to watch this world burn
When will you wake up?
When will you see that they all have a right to be free?
You pay for cruelty
You fucking buy their cold demise

I'm tormented by these vicious visions of an innocent sentenced to death
What are they guilty of?
Do they deserve to fulfil your dated anthropocentric belief?

Their last chance for freedom lies with those straying from this design
Time spent on decisions; your blindness tolls upon their lives

I refuse to be the same

They lose their lives for their blood and bone
But their fate is not set in stone